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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.