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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.