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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Index,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.