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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.