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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
the Slits,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.