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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Television,
Skaos,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.