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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.