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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Moleskins to the rock 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.