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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.