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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.