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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.