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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.