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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
cv313,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.