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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.