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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.