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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Josef K,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.