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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.