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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.