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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
The Index,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.