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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Can,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.