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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Joy Division 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Can,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.