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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
the Association,
The Move,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.