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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.