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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.