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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Organ,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.