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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.