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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.