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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Darondo,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.