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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.