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 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.