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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.