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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.