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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Suicide,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.