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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Unwound,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.