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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.