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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.