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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.