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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.