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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.