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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.