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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.