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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.