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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Vogues to the jazz 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.