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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.