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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.