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 London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
10cc,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.