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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Wire,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.