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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.