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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.