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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.