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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Josef K 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.