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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.