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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Technova,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.