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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.