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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.