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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.