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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.