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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.