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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Barrington Levy 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.