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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.