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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Visage,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.