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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.