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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.