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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.