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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Television,
Wire,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.