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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.