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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.