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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.