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 France and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.