Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.