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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Pole,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.