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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tremeloes to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.