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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.