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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.