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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.