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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Q65,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.