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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.