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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Organ to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Index,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.