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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
10cc,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.