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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
ABBA,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.