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 India and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.