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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.