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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.