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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Can,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
The Litter,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.