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 Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Television,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.