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 Australia and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.