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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.