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 Brazil 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.