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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.