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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.