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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.