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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.