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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.