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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Index,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.