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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Slits to the punk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.