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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
MDC,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.