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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.