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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The American Breed to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.