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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.