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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.