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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.