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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.