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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.