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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.