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 Bahamas 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.