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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.