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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.