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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.