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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.