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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.