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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.