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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.