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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Wire,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.