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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.