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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Index,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.