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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.