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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.