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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.