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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.