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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.