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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Moody Blues to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.