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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.