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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.