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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.