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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.