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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
AZ,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Television,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.