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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Motions to the dance 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.