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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.