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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.