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 Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Index 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.