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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.