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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 AZ to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.