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 Korea North and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Visage,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.