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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
The Motions,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.