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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.