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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.