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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.