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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.