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 Germany and from Milan.
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 Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Motorama,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.