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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.