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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.