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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
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.