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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Real Kids to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.