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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.