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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.