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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.