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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.