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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.