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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.