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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.