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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.