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 Nicaragua 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Index,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.