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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.