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 Libya and from Milan.
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 Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.