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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Lyres,
the Association,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.