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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Yazoo,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.