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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Index,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.