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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.