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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.