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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.