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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Skaos,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.