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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.