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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.