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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.