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 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.