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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.