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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.