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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Lyres to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
PIL,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.