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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.