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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Henry Cow to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.