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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
CMW,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Index,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.