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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.