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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.