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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
UT,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.