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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Inner City,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.