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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks 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?
the Sonics,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.