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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Audionom,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.