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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.