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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.