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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.