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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bowie to the disco 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.