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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.