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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 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 Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.