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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.