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 Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Gories to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
The Names,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.