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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.