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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.