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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
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.