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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.