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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.