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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.