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 Morocco 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.