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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.