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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Slave,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.