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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.