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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.