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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.