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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Japan to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.