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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Motorama to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.