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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.