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 Eritrea 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.