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 Swaziland 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.