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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.