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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.