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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1968 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 Winnipeg 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 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Nico,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.