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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.