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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Nas,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.