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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Pole to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.