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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.