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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moleskins to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Can,
The Associates,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Technova,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.