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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.