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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
The Slits,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.