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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.