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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.