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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.