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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.