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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.