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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.