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 Macedonia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
cv313,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.