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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.