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 Switzerland 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.