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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.