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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 Edmonton and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Pole,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.