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 Afghanistan and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Wire,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.