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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.