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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The Music Machine to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.