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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.