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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.