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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
ABC,
Audionom,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.