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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Pretty Things 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.