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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.