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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.