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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.