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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.