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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.