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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.