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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
the Normal,
Franke,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.