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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Germs to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
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.