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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.