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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.