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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.