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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.