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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.