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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
UT,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.