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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.