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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.