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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.