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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.