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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
AZ,
Neu!,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.