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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.