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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.