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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.