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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.