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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.