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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.