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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.