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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.