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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Swans,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.