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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.