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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.