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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.