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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Magazine 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.