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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Chrome,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.