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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Deakin,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.