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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.