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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.