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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.