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 Peru and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.