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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 Piero Umiliani 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.