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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.