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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.