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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
UT,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Moebius,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.