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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Nico,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.