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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Slave 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Television,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.