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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.