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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Ludus,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.