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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Durutti Column to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.