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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.