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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.