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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.