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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.