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 Namibia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.