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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.