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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
The Names,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.