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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.