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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.