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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Scientists,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.