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 India and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.