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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.