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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.