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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.