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 China and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
the Association,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.