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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.