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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Gong to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.