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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Gun Club 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.