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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.