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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.