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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.