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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Fear to the rock 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.