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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.