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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.