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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.