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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Gong,
Audionom,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.