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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.