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 Cuba and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.