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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
MDC,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.