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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Monolake,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.