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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.