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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.