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 Jordan 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.