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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.