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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.