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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
10cc,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
The Index,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
The Associates,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Television,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.