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 Romania and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.