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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.