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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.