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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.