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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.