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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.