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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Main Source,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.