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 Kenya and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 oboe 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.