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 South Africa 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.