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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.