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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Erasure,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.