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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.