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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.