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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.