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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Model 500,
X-101,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.