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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.