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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.