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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Gap Band to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.