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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.