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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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?
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.