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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.