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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.