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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Green to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.