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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.