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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.