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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.