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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
The Associates,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.