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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Japan,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.