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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Can,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Roxette,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.