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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.