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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Aswad to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.