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 Cyprus 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.