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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.