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 Latvia and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.