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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.