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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.