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 Japan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.