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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Nico,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.