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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Japan,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.