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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.