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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.