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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.