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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.