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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.