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 Austria and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.