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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.