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 Guyana and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 808 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.