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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.