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 Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the disco 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.