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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.