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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
The Slits,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.