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 Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.