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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
X-101,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
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.