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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.