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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.