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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.