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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Jandek,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Wings,
Cymande,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.