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 Syria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
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.