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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.