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 South and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.