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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.