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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.