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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.