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 East Timor and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.