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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.