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 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.