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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.