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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Ronan,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.