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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.