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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 American Breed to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.