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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.