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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.