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 Bolivia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Crime,
John Cale,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.