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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.