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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.