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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Kayak,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.