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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.