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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.