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 Papua New Guinea 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.