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 Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.