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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Oneida to the grime 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
World's Most,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.