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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.