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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
The Move,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.