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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Magma,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.