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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.