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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Can,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Wings,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.