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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Brick,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.