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 Cameroon 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.