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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.