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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.