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 Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.