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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.