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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.