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 India and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.