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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.