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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Brick,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Wire,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.