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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Wings,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.