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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.