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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.