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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Mars,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Index,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.