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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fall to the dance 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.