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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.