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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.