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 Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.