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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.