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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.