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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.