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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.