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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Scion,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.