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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.