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 New Zealand 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Moebius,
The Human League,
The Move,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
The Index,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.