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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.