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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.