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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Unwound,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.