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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Q65,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Smog,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.