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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.