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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
UT,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.