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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.