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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Organ,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.