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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.