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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.