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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.