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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Japan,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.