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 Canada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.