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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.