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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.