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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.