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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Index,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.