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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.