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 Venezuela 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.