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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Hashim,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.