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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
the Association,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.