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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.