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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 mellotron 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 Mr. Review 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.