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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.