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 Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.