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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Buckinghams to the jazz 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.