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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
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.