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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Smog,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.