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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Can,
Adolescents,
Index,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.