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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.