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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Can,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.