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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.