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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.