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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
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.