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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Television,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.