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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smoke to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.