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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slits to the grime 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.