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 Philippines and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.