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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.