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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.