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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.