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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.