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 Brazil 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.