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 Indonesia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.