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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Motorama,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.