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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.