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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.