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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.