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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.