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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.