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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
The Names,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.