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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.