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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
JFA,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.