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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.