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 Bangladesh 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.