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 Argentina 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
ABC,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Technova,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
MDC,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.