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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.