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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Heaven 17 to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.