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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.