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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Skarface,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.