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 New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 10cc to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Organ,
the Normal,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.