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 Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Erasure,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.