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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Hashim,
CMW,
Organ,
The Cure,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.