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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango 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 Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.