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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.