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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Interpol,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.