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 Spain and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Man Parrish to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Television,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.