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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Index,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.