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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.