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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.