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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.