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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Make Up,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.