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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.