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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.