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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.