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 Tanzania 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Fear,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
The Index,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.