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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.