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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.