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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.