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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Scion,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.