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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Index,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
MC5,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.