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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.