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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.