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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.