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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Darondo,
EPMD,
The Index,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
AZ,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.