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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Echospace to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.