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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.