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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.